Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.